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𝓙ealous 𝓜uch? - Dabi

The house is packed, the bass is thumping, and the tension in your chest is sharp enough to cut glass.

You knew exactly what you were doing—leaning against the kitchen counter, laughing at whatever that random guy was saying, letting your fingers brush his forearm just a little too long. You could feel it—Dabi’s stare, slicing through the crowd like fire.

Now?

You’re shoved up against the locked bathroom door, dress yanked down, one hand between your thighs and the other gripping the sink edge like your life depends on it. Dabi’s behind you, low growl in his throat, pants already around his thighs, cock out and throbbing against your entrance.

“You really tryna piss me off tonight, huh?” he hisses, grinding against your dripping heat. “Talkin’ to some fuckin’ extra in front of me like that? Laughin’ like he was funny?”

He drags the head of his cock through your folds, soaking in how ready you are for him—even after acting out.

“I didn’t touch him,” you breathe out, smug.

Wrong answer.

His hand tangles in your hair and yanks your head back, lips brushing your ear.

“That why your pussy’s beggin’ for me right now?” he snarls. “You walk around like a fuckin’ tease, but we both know who owns this.”

He slams into you in one rough thrust—no warning—and you gasp, nearly knocking your head against the mirror. His pace is relentless, punishing, one hand bruising your hip and the other sliding under your dress to squeeze your throat.

“Bet you thought I wouldn’t do shit, huh?” he growls. “Thought you could flirt and I’d let it slide?”

You can barely breathe—the hand around your neck, the sound of your slick between each thrust, your cunt tightening fast around him. He’s everywhere—teeth, voice, hands—marking your skin like you’re his canvas and he’s painting in bruises and scratches.

“Say my name,” he hisses. “Louder.”

You moan, half-broken, “D-Dabi—”

“No. Louder. Say it like you fuckin’ mean it. Like you want every guy at this party to know who fucked you stupid in the goddamn bathroom.”

Your knees buckle. You moan his name again—louder, filthier—and he laughs low in your ear, cock twitching inside you.

“Yeah. That’s it,” he growls. “You don’t need anyone else. Just me. Just this dick.”

He doesn’t stop—one hand now sliding down to rub your clit in messy circles, overstimulating you until you’re trembling, gasping his name like a chant.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants. “Fuck, you’ll be dripping down your thighs before we even make it to the door.”

You cry out—coming hard, clenching around him—and that’s all it takes.

He bites your shoulder as he spills inside you, groaning like a curse, grinding in deep so nothing escapes. His fingers smear the mess between your legs as he keeps you against the sink, still twitching from the aftershocks.

Then he leans in, breath hot against your ear, and whispers:

“Next time you wanna play games in public… remember who always wins.”

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𝓐ccidents - Ranpo. E

“Stay still.”

His voice was just above a whisper, almost drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The shadows of the building stretched long behind you, and footsteps echoed just around the corner.

You nodded without speaking, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Ranpo behind a rusted stack of crates. His breath was warm against your cheek, and his hand rested lightly on your arm to keep you steady.

This wasn’t supposed to go this wrong. You were supposed to be in and out, just surveillance—but someone had tipped them off. Now you were hiding, cornered with the Agency’s so-called greatest detective, heart hammering in your chest while he looked way too calm.

Except… he wasn’t.

You saw it in the way his fingers gripped tighter when the footsteps got closer. You saw it in the way his eyes flicked toward you, hesitant.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Don’t freak out.”

“What—?” you began, barely whispering the word, but then—

His hands cupped your face. Gentle. Quick. Nervous.

And then Ranpo kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect. His lips brushed yours with a jolt of adrenaline and uncertainty, and you gasped in surprise. He pulled back just as quickly, his eyes wide with something between panic and regret.

The footsteps faded. Whoever was searching had moved on.

But you didn’t move. Neither did he.

“…Wh-What was that?!” you finally blurted out, voice a rushed whisper, face burning hot.

“I—I don’t know!” Ranpo hissed, also clearly panicking. “I panicked! I thought maybe—y’know, they’d think we were just two people… being gross in a corner or something—shut up, don’t look at me like that!”

“I wasn’t looking at you like anything!” you said, hiding your face in your hands. “Why would I—why would you—?!”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he muttered, now looking anywhere but at you. He was so red, even his ears had gone pink. “It worked, so… no one died, so… yay me.”

“…You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back!” he snapped—then immediately turned paler than a ghost. “I-I mean—I didn’t mean that in a bad way! I just—observational statement! Detective stuff! N-not that I analyze your lips or anything—”

You let out a soft, strangled laugh, cheeks burning.

There was a long pause before Ranpo, still red, quietly added, “I didn’t hate it.”

“…Me neither,” you whispered.

You didn’t look at each other for the next twenty minutes. Not until the rest of the team arrived.

And even then, when Dazai smirked and asked why you two were standing so far apart while refusing to make eye contact, Ranpo just shoved a Pocky stick in his mouth and said, “Shut up. This mission sucked.”

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𝓗onest 𝓒onfession - Chuuya. N

The night was quiet, the kind that settled over Yokohama like a velvet blanket after chaos. You and Chuuya had wrapped up another messy job—clean, quick, efficient. Classic Port Mafia business, the kind only the two of you could pull off without leaving a single trace.

Now you were at his apartment, as always, sharing a drink or three. Chuuya sat on the couch, his coat tossed aside, shirt slightly unbuttoned, hair messier than usual. His cheeks were pink—half from the wine, half from the way he kept glancing your way and then quickly away again.

You took another sip, stretching your legs out beside his. “You okay? You’ve been quiet. Weird quiet. Not your usual loud, dramatic self.”

He scowled, which only made him look more adorable than intimidating. “Tch. I’m not dramatic.”

You smirked. “Says the man who almost flipped a table when they were out of Bordeaux.”

“I have standards, damn it.” He drained his glass with a huff, then set it down a bit harder than necessary. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You raised a brow, chuckling. “What, like as a partner?”

Chuuya’s head lolled slightly as he turned toward you. “No. Like—I like you, idiot. Not just as a partner. As in, I’ve been in love with you for months and I think about kissing you way too often and it’s driving me crazy every time you smile at someone else.”

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

And laughed. “Okay, okay, now you’re drunk.”

“I am drunk,” Chuuya grumbled, tipping his head back against the couch. “But that doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

You turned to face him fully, only now seeing the deep flush across his cheeks—far beyond the usual wine-blush. His gaze, even lidded with tipsy haze, was serious. Vulnerable.

Your breath caught.

“…You’re serious.”

Chuuya groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “Of course I’m serious. I don’t say this kinda crap unless I mean it. Especially not with you.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling very warm. “You could’ve picked a better time, you know. Like… not when you’re three glasses in and slurring.”

“But then I’d never say it,” he mumbled, voice softer now. “’Cause I’m a damn coward when I’m sober.”

You bit your lip, then reached out, gently touching his hand.

“…You’re an idiot.”

He glanced at you sideways. “Yeah?”

You smiled, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah. But you’re my idiot.”

And even through his wine-blurred vision, Chuuya lit up like the sunrise.

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𝓗oodie 𝓢trings - Yuji. I

You spotted him near the courtyard, sipping something from a juice box and spacing out in the afternoon sun.Yuji, the boy who made your heart race with just a crooked grin. You told yourself you’re just going to say hi, that’s all—simple, easy.

But of course, it wasn’t simple. Nothing was ever simple when your cheeks went up in flames just from looking at him.

You approached slowly, heartbeat thudding in your ears. “H-Hey, Yuji…”

He blinked and turned to face you. “Hm?”

You froze for half a second—his eyes met yours, and you swear your knees almost gave out. No backing out now.

“I, um…” You fiddled with your sleeves. “I like your hoodie. It looks really warm on you…”

His entire body tensed. “!!”

His eyes shot wide open, a beat of panic hitting him like a truck.

She LIKES my hoodie?? She THINKS I look warm?? Is that flirting? Is it CUTE? What do I do?!?

Yuji didn’t say anything. Instead, in pure panic, he grabbed both hoodie strings and began aggressively pulling.

You blinked as the hood closed in around his face like a self-defense mechanism. The more flustered he got, the tighter he pulled, strings squeaking against the fabric as his head practically disappeared.

“Mmm—uh—th-thank you!!” he mumbled through the shrinking hole of his hoodie.

His voice was high-pitched, almost a squeak, and you could barely make out his pink-tinted nose and furiously blushing eyes.

Your eyes widened, and your face went redder than it had ever gone in your life.

You slapped your hands to your cheeks. What did I just do?? Did I break him?! He’s so red! I’m so red!!

It was a moment of mutual, radiant embarrassment.

Yuji was now a trembling hoodie cocoon, barely breathing. His hands fumbled for his juice box, trying to sip it as if that would calm him down.

You stared at him. He stared at the void.

Silence.

“…You okay?” you asked softly, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was on full-blast panic mode.

Yuji nodded inside the hoodie, straw barely in his mouth.

“…Yeah.”

You smiled awkwardly, eyes darting everywhere but at him. “Cool. I-I’ll let you… um, hoodie… then.”

You turned and walked off, flustered beyond recovery.

Behind you, Yuji just sat there in his hoodie shell, sipping from his juice box and mentally replaying everything.

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𝓟olaroid 𝓟ictures - Dazai. O

The golden hour sun filtered through the open window of the cozy apartment, bathing the room in a soft, honeyed glow. You sat cross-legged on the floor, your back against the couch, and Dazai sprawled beside you, his head resting in your lap. In your hands, the small white Polaroid camera felt warm from the sunlight and the countless pictures you’d already taken.

“Smile,” you whispered, tilting the camera downward toward his face.

He grinned up at you, the usual mischief dancing in his eyes—but there was something softer there too, something reserved just for you. His bandaged hand reached up, gently brushing your cheek. The camera clicked.

The photo whirred out slowly, and you set it on the coffee table to develop with the others: Dazai trying to kiss your nose and missing; the two of you making ridiculous faces; a blurry one where he spun you around in a burst of laughter; and the latest, the warm and lazy intimacy of his head in your lap, eyes gazing at you like you were his entire universe.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice barely above the hum of the late afternoon, “I used to think nothing in this world was worth sticking around for.”

You paused, your hand still gently carding through his hair. “And now?”

His lips tilted up again, softer this time. “Now I think maybe Polaroids and your smile are enough to keep me around a while longer.”

Your heart fluttered. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, snapping one more picture with the camera resting on your knee. Click.

Another memory, frozen in time.

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My main account is @lilyxdpp but here is something that I wanted to do but like…yk I had no idea with who, plus wanted to use my other account for this because, why not 🤷‍♀️